My Fear of Heights
This is the last weekend before my class starts at Lancaster Bible College.
In case you’re just catching up, last fall I was offered and accepted an adjunct teaching position at Lancaster Bible College in Lancaster, PA. So for the past month I’ve been busy working up a syllabus, grading rubric for papers, lecture notes, and so forth.
The class, called “Writing for Publication,” is a choice for one of the required English courses freshman must take. It will be held Monday evenings from 6-9 pm and go for fifteen weeks. And no, I’m not quitting my day job.
I’m excited about this opportunity as it will be my first of this sort. I’m excited to meet my students and interact with them. I’m excited to pass on a bit of what I’ve learned. I’m excited to hopefully instill in others the love and passion for writing that I possess.
And I’m also nervous. I want to do a good job. I want to educate, yes, but I also want to inspire. And that’s not always something you can control.
My title is now “adjunct professor.” Not sure I’m comfortable with that. When I was in college, professors were on pretty lofty pedestals. Most had either no hair or silver coifs. I have plenty of hair and it’s only just beginning to gray a little.
And I have a fear of heights.